A Woman Named Anna
...the saddest
story I ever heard was one short week
in you...
—Larry Kearney
Sunday morning messages at
Lavender Day Spa. No dork
no light. This is not my
song and dance, to whine
and suicide.
A cat in pajamas
eyes a polar bear pelt,
her home against
brown & orange
(versus).
Then drove back into the
city, picked up some laundry,
and then to my place
to shower off the oil.
Dinner at Popeye’s.
Seven days of song&dance.
Seven fragrances at Club Q.
Seven soul food. Seven
wasn’t open. Seven,
which is located at a
new place called
Golden Girls.
